I am exhausted but I can’t sleep.
With each passing moment I become more frustrated with my inability to rest. The tossing and turning is only interrupted by exasperated mutterings of “no”. The word slips out as if by its own volition. A side effect of the restless discontent my mind, soul and body is now feeling.
I haven’t written in some time and there’s an underlying current of displeasure that this is the subject I would choose to share after so long. As if it would be more appropriate for me to pen a verse or spew forth a story of sunshine and flowers.
I wonder, how many others are awake at this moment, wondering the same things?
I’m tired. But I’m also extraordinarily and uncomfortably restless. The two are not coexisting well together this evening.
I feel as if I should simply lay my head upon a pillow, close my eyes and let sleep take me.
However the restless part feels as if I may lose out on something if I do.
But that’s ridiculous, right?
It’s a quandary I faced as a child. I would desperately tell myself that I was going to stay awake to watch Saturday Night Live. But when push came to shove my eyes were much to heavy to stay alert and I would awaken on the floor, in front of the television, long after the show had closed.
That’s a bit how I am feeling this evening.
The night is quiet, cool and uneventful. Yet I can’t let go of it.
Maybe if I listen to the crickets for a few more hours I’ll finally have unraveled the mystery of their language. And, the answers to all of my question will be at my fingertips. Yes?
Alas, I feel that familiar heaviness in my eyelids.
I guess all of my answers will have to wait another day.
.. Taking a wee break in her toy corner ..
Lulu The Princess Bean ...